Throw them away. All of your white dreams for perfect parenting.
It will save you in the end.
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Throw them away. All of your white dreams for perfect parenting.
It will save you in the end.
Continue reading “Throw Away Your White Dreams of Parenthood”
When your child is sick, your holiday will look different.
Mississippi isn’t known for its smooth roads, but potholes matter far less when you’re running. You can easily maneuver the adversity on foot.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if all of life’s struggles could be resolved so effortlessly?
To the outsider, it looks like a job: Be a parent. But, from the inside, the highs and lows are epic.
Parenthood, at its core, is feast or famine. I have come to deeply appreciate – and suffer through – this truth in recent days.
When you are a mother, taking your child with you to the bathroom is status quo, especially in public spaces. Even if you have a little boy. I mean, where else are they to go?
Yesterday was no different from any other outing. Except, well, someone was listening.
1. It’s the kids, not the costumes that make the night special. We lost Minnie’s ears two weeks ago. (A bow worked even better.)
I warn my students every semester, “One day you will question every part of your childhood.”
They, of course, don’t believe me. But it happens to us all.
When you are a parent who works outside of the home, you have to accept an uncomfortable truth: your children will come to intimately know your workplace.
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It’s the reason marriages fall apart. And it has everything to do with children.
My son is four years, one month, and 20 days old. And he is starting to ask questions about Jesus.